To Kill A Mockingbird Metaphors
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All it took for three bodies to be flung to the ground, lifeless.
The blood-curdling screams from his friends rang constantly throughout his mind.
“Heh. Fools. You call yourself the Warriors of Light? You’re merely lambs, lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the name of His Majesty.”
His hands trembled in fear, unable to grip the cold, blood-stained floorboards of the Grandship.
Unable to register what had happened. Unable to breathe.
A mocking laughter bellowed from the monstrous pupa-like fiend, dark, hollow eyes that stared into him. Piercing dark eyes, eyes that for a time back then he thought might’ve been innocent. A pure cryst-fairy who guided the wind-vestal. Perhaps, even a friend.
“Oh? What’s the matter? You look …show more content…
HIs true name.
The name carried by a man of solemn morals and unfaltering loyalty.
A man who suffered grave injuries from falling into a hellish pit of lava, due to a misunderstanding with his angel, Edea Lee.
A man who wore jet-black armour and wielded a blade of sheer darkness, holding the title of the Dark Knight, his powers unleashing through inner hatred and bitter blackness.
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“Well? What are you going to do now, dark knight?” the menacing pupa spat.
Did he want to witness his friends potentially die yet another tragic fate in another world?
Relive the nightmare that was now a cruel reality?
He didn’t want to see them suffer.
Ringabel stumbled upwards on shaky legs, one hand placed on the wooden pillar he had just crashed into. Looking out to the sea, he saw the blinding holy pillar, the pillar that warped his time as Alternis into two worlds ahead, the world where he had met his precious allies.
Glancing over to the left, he saw an area of normal, dark water- a patch that was not connected with the time travelling portal.
Clenching his fists and taking a few unsteady, deep breaths, he made his way over to the side of the Grandship near the safety railings.
“Sorry, for failing you…” he murmured glancing back quickly at the fallen corpses of his friends.
“There’s.. nothing left to do now…” he sighed, burning tears quickly making an escape. Feeling the heavy swell of the boat and the crash of the strong waves, he counted six seconds, waiting for the moment where the Grandship was moving downwards.
…
Then, there was a splash, followed by a long, eerie:
4…
3…
2…
1…
0…
All it took for three bodies to be flung to the ground, lifeless.
The blood-curdling screams from his friends rang constantly throughout his mind.
“Heh. Fools. You call yourself the Warriors of Light? You’re merely lambs, lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the name of His Majesty.”
His hands trembled in fear, unable to grip the cold, blood-stained floorboards of the Grandship.
Unable to register what had happened. Unable to breathe.
A mocking laughter bellowed from the monstrous pupa-like fiend, dark, hollow eyes that stared into him. Piercing dark eyes, eyes that for a time back then he thought might’ve been innocent. A pure cryst-fairy who guided the wind-vestal. Perhaps, even a friend.
“Oh? What’s the matter? You look …show more content…
HIs true name.
The name carried by a man of solemn morals and unfaltering loyalty.
A man who suffered grave injuries from falling into a hellish pit of lava, due to a misunderstanding with his angel, Edea Lee.
A man who wore jet-black armour and wielded a blade of sheer darkness, holding the title of the Dark Knight, his powers unleashing through inner hatred and bitter blackness.
Alternis …show more content…
“Well? What are you going to do now, dark knight?” the menacing pupa spat.
Did he want to witness his friends potentially die yet another tragic fate in another world?
Relive the nightmare that was now a cruel reality?
He didn’t want to see them suffer.
Ringabel stumbled upwards on shaky legs, one hand placed on the wooden pillar he had just crashed into. Looking out to the sea, he saw the blinding holy pillar, the pillar that warped his time as Alternis into two worlds ahead, the world where he had met his precious allies.
Glancing over to the left, he saw an area of normal, dark water- a patch that was not connected with the time travelling portal.
Clenching his fists and taking a few unsteady, deep breaths, he made his way over to the side of the Grandship near the safety railings.
“Sorry, for failing you…” he murmured glancing back quickly at the fallen corpses of his friends.
“There’s.. nothing left to do now…” he sighed, burning tears quickly making an escape. Feeling the heavy swell of the boat and the crash of the strong waves, he counted six seconds, waiting for the moment where the Grandship was moving downwards.
…
Then, there was a splash, followed by a long, eerie: